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kai/chanyeol
nc-17, 2k words
au very very loosely based on exo-k's ivy club photoshoots
kandyse_c ♥kai/chanyeol
nc-17, 2k words
au very very loosely based on exo-k's ivy club photoshoots
Jongin flinches as something bounces off the back of his head. It's a Friday afternoon, late in the day, and this close to summer, everyone is antsy. He's doing his best to focus on the notes at hand, chemistry has never come easily to him, but it's tough on a day like today. It's beautiful out, the sun shining down on the green fields, and Chanyeol has decided instead of taking notes, he's going to pelt Jongin with tiny pieces of paper.
It's infuriating. When the next one ricochets off one of his ears Jongin stands up in a rush, whirling to face Chanyeol. He looks so smug, long legs stretched out, toying with the torn up sheet of paper in front of him. He fires off another attack and it's only Joonmyun's hand on Jongin's wrist that stops him from lunging at Chanyeol. “Mr. Kim,” their teacher snaps. “If you and Mr. Park could keep that to the courts, please.”
Jongin sits down with a thump, clenching his jaw. It isn't fair. Chanyeol's always been a pain in the ass, six feet of too much enthusiasm and always determined to one up Jongin. He drives him nuts. “Mr. Park, I suggest you put that down, immediately.” Jongin turns just in time to see Chanyeol drop his papers down onto his desk, looking a bit disappointed. Serves him right.
Once again at the front of the classroom, Professor Cho sighs, rubbing his temples before he leans back against his desk. “Fine,” he says. “Clearly I've lost you. Go enjoy this beautiful day.” The room erupts in cheers and their professor looks resigned. He waves a hand to release them, but they're already bolting out of the room, Jongin included.
Chanyeol crowds after him, hands pressed against his shoulders. “Go, go, go,” he chants, pushing at Jongin, making him trip over his feet.
Scowling, Jongin catches himself, tugging his jacket lapels straight. “I'm going,” he whines, trying to shrug Chanyeol's. All that gets him is Chanyeol's hands sliding perilously low, and Jongin throws an elbow back into his ribs. “Don't touch me,” he snaps, and he hopes the not here, you asshole comes through loud and clear.
Chanyeol skirts around Jongin so that he's walking backwards in front of him, holding up both his hands in surrender. He's got no sense. What they do, that's an after-practice thing. It's just burning off steam. That's what they'd agreed. And then Chanyeol and his wandering hands and his stupid wiggling eyebrows and Jongin doesn't really know how to feel.
Other than irritated. Jongin can only think of one thing for that. “Perfect time for early practice, right?” Jongin says. Chanyeol is still walking backwards, and Jongin doesn't take a second to notice the long line of his legs in his uniform pants. “Not that I need practice to kick your ass.”
Chanyeol breaks into a wide grin. “You're on.” He falls into step with Jongin and hooks his arm around Jongin's neck, dragging him in. “I hope you are ready to lose horrendously on this beautiful summer day.”
Jongin shoves him off and breaks into a run. “You'll be lucky if you catch me,” he calls over his shoulder, and he hears Chanyeol's loud, ridiculous laughter echo in the halls as he gives chase.
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“That was a dirty play and you know it.” Jongin is furious, and he shoves at Chanyeol, sending him stumbling backwards against the lockers. The bang echoes in the empty locker room and the way that Chanyeol narrows his eyes at him is entirely satisfying. “You jumped the gun and served early, that's the only reason you got that last point.”
Chanyeol doesn't stand again, just stays leaning up against the lockers. His once pristine shirt is rumpled and a bit sweaty, his legs long and pale in his shorts. “Don't get pissy because you lost,” he tells Jongin. The way that he tips his head and smirks is infuriating. “You wouldn't have to make excuses if you just played better.”
Jongin closes the distance between them in a second, hands landing flat against Chanyeol's shoulders and pinning him there. “You cheated,” Jongin tells him, and Chanyeol is utterly unrepentant. “I've always been the better tennis player and you know it.” This close, he can see the sweat at Chanyeol's hairline, the shine of his parted lips.
“I wouldn't say I know that,” Chanyeol replies, and when Jongin rolls his eyes and slams him back again, his fingers come up to grip Jongin's waist. “It's up for debate.”
His hands are warm against Jongin's sides, and it's only then that Jongin realizes how close they are. He swallows and Chanyeol's eyes follow the movement, fixed on his throat before his gaze wanders up towards Jongin's face, lingering on his lips. It's not fair, Jongin thinks. This is a kind of cheating too. He knows what he does to Jongin.
“I could make it up to you,” Chanyeol suggests, and his tongue darts out to swipe across his full bottom lip once, deliberately. “I mean, if your poor ego needs some stroking.”
Jongin's breath is a little short. “I can think of something else that could use some stroking,” he admits. Of course, this is what makes all of it worthwhile, Chanyeol's rough-housing and button pushing. When he gets that smug look on his face and pushes his thigh between Jongin's legs, hands sliding up to grip Jongin's ribs. It's hard not to let Chanyeol win when winning means Chanyeol pushing a hands down his shorts and palming him until he's hard. Not that it takes a lot.
“You've got the worst lines, you know that?” Chanyeol asks. Jongin could take offense, try to say something smart in response, but right now, he'd rather focus on the matter at hand. Or rather, the matter in Chanyeol's hands. Jongin's breath catches in his throat and he lets his head fall to Chanyeol's shoulder, riding the quick, loose movements of Chanyeol's fingers. He's not even doing much, and he's not very practiced, but it's so good.
The best part about this is how he can't see how smug Chanyeol gets when he unravels Jongin like this. “Chanyeol,” Jongin mutters, and Chanyeol doesn't respond, just lets Jongin grind up against him, hand trapped between them. He can feel Chanyeol's hard on against his thigh, and at least he's not the only one. “Hyung,” Jongin says, and of course, that's when Chanyeol laughs, pushing Jongin back until his calves hit the bench and he sits down, fast.
He's so hard it hurts, and he reaches out mindlessly for Chanyeol. For once, Chanyeol doesn't play games. He just drops to his knees, hands settling against Jongin's thighs. Chanyeol watches Jongin, eyes steady, but he doesn't make a move to touch Jongin's cock again. “What are you waiting for?” Jongin groans.
The last thing he is expecting is Chanyeol nudging his knees apart, sliding between them and kissing him. Jongin makes this embarrassing, surprised, squeaky sound and Chanyeol laughs and catches his mouth in another kiss, fast and hard. His lips are just as plush as they look and it's funny, really, to think that he's felt them stretched around his cock but he's never actually kissed him. Right now, that seems like that was such a waste.
Jongin follows when Chanyeol pulls away, wide-eyed and a little astonished. “What – ?” he says. Chanyeol shrugs a shoulder and bends down, avoiding Jongin's eyes. It only takes him a second to get Jongin's shorts undone and his cock in his mouth. Jongin gasps and Chanyeol's fingers dig into his thighs. Chanyeol's not that good at this, or even that creative, but he's always enthusiastic and that kind of makes up for any lack of skill. He wraps one hand around the base of Jongin's cock, stroking in tandem with the bobbing of his head.
It's a good thing they're alone, because Jongin moans, loud and unrestrained. The slick slide of Chanyeol's tongue against the underside of his dick, the rough drag of his calloused hands, the tight heat of Chanyeol's lips, it's almost too much. Jongin tangles his fingers in Chanyeol's soft hair, and he's probably pulling too hard, but he can't bring himself to care. All he can think about is Chanyeol's mouth and how good it feels. “Hyung,” he says, and it ends up somewhere between begging and moaning. “Please.”
Chanyeol pulls off with an obscene wet noise, looking up at Jongin through his long lashes as he wipes saliva from the corner of his mouth with his thumb. “Please?” he says. “How polite.” Jongin whines, but Chanyeol is obliging, letting Jongin tug him down towards his cock again.
Now, Chanyeol isn't wasting any time. He doesn't bother to tease Jongin or draw it out, just takes Jongin in as far as he can manage. It drags a strangled noise out of Jongin's throat, makes him buck his hips up into Chanyeol's mouth. He feels it building, hot and inexorable in his belly, and he almost can't take it.
“Chanyeol, hyung, I'm gonna – ” That's all the warning that Jongin manages before he's coming in Chanyeol's mouth. Chanyeol pulls off hastily and the sight of his come-streaked lips is enough to make Jongin groan and shove him away. He's too much.
Grimacing a little, Chanyeol wipes his face clean with the back of his hand. “Thanks,” he pants. Jongin thinks he looks best like this, sweaty, hair a mess, his lips pink and swollen, one hand working against the front of his shorts.
“You're welcome,” Jongin replies. He feels boneless and exhausted, but somehow, letting Chanyeol finish himself off feels like letting him win. He's gotta be gracious, right? He hooks two fingers in the collar of Chanyeol's shirt and tugs. “C'mere.”
Chanyeol follows easily, and they shift until they're both sitting on the bench, facing each other. “Well?” Chanyeol asks, and Jongin grins. About time he got a little vengeance.
Jongin isn't cruel, though. He startles Chanyeol by leaning in and kissing him. He's not as good as Chanyeol is, but it doesn't seem to matter. Chanyeol's mouth parts eagerly under his, and he lets out this soft sigh when Jongin unbuttons his shorts and wraps a hand around his cock.
If he's honest, Jongin likes all the little noises Chanyeol makes. He clutches at Jongin's shirt front, his hips jerking up into Jongin's hand as he kisses him. He's too desperate for Jongin's touch to be anything but sloppy, and it's not long before he breaks away to pant hotly against Jongin's cheek and comes hard over his hand.
Now that actually is gross. Jongin pulls his hand out of Chanyeol's boxers and uses Chanyeol's shorts to clean it off, ignoring his protests. “My mouth tastes like come,” Jongin complains. The fact that it's his seems immaterial at the moment.
Chanyeol wipes at his mouth again. He still has some on his chin. “Is that...okay?” he asks.
Jongin takes a second to think about it. The kissing thing, that was a new development, sure. But Jongin was pretty sure he could get used to it. Especially when Chanyeol kissed like that. “Yeah,” Jongin shrugs. “It's cool.”
The grin he gets in return is blinding. “Cool,” Chanyeol says. He makes a face as he stands, looking down at his befouled shorts. “Um. Can I borrow some pants?” He squawks when he gets a faceful of what is probably mostly clean sweat pants. “Oh, come on.”
Jongin tucks his dick back into his shorts and stands up. “You've got a little something on your chin,” he tells Chanyeol, and then he smiles and darts out the door. Chanyeol shouts after him, but Jongin doesn't stop. He knows when to make a dramatic exit.
He doesn't slow down until he's halfway back to the dorm, but his heart is still pounding. He thinks of Chanyeol's sex-mussed hair and pretty mouth and he just can't quit grinning. Kissing now, huh? He can work with that.
It's infuriating. When the next one ricochets off one of his ears Jongin stands up in a rush, whirling to face Chanyeol. He looks so smug, long legs stretched out, toying with the torn up sheet of paper in front of him. He fires off another attack and it's only Joonmyun's hand on Jongin's wrist that stops him from lunging at Chanyeol. “Mr. Kim,” their teacher snaps. “If you and Mr. Park could keep that to the courts, please.”
Jongin sits down with a thump, clenching his jaw. It isn't fair. Chanyeol's always been a pain in the ass, six feet of too much enthusiasm and always determined to one up Jongin. He drives him nuts. “Mr. Park, I suggest you put that down, immediately.” Jongin turns just in time to see Chanyeol drop his papers down onto his desk, looking a bit disappointed. Serves him right.
Once again at the front of the classroom, Professor Cho sighs, rubbing his temples before he leans back against his desk. “Fine,” he says. “Clearly I've lost you. Go enjoy this beautiful day.” The room erupts in cheers and their professor looks resigned. He waves a hand to release them, but they're already bolting out of the room, Jongin included.
Chanyeol crowds after him, hands pressed against his shoulders. “Go, go, go,” he chants, pushing at Jongin, making him trip over his feet.
Scowling, Jongin catches himself, tugging his jacket lapels straight. “I'm going,” he whines, trying to shrug Chanyeol's. All that gets him is Chanyeol's hands sliding perilously low, and Jongin throws an elbow back into his ribs. “Don't touch me,” he snaps, and he hopes the not here, you asshole comes through loud and clear.
Chanyeol skirts around Jongin so that he's walking backwards in front of him, holding up both his hands in surrender. He's got no sense. What they do, that's an after-practice thing. It's just burning off steam. That's what they'd agreed. And then Chanyeol and his wandering hands and his stupid wiggling eyebrows and Jongin doesn't really know how to feel.
Other than irritated. Jongin can only think of one thing for that. “Perfect time for early practice, right?” Jongin says. Chanyeol is still walking backwards, and Jongin doesn't take a second to notice the long line of his legs in his uniform pants. “Not that I need practice to kick your ass.”
Chanyeol breaks into a wide grin. “You're on.” He falls into step with Jongin and hooks his arm around Jongin's neck, dragging him in. “I hope you are ready to lose horrendously on this beautiful summer day.”
Jongin shoves him off and breaks into a run. “You'll be lucky if you catch me,” he calls over his shoulder, and he hears Chanyeol's loud, ridiculous laughter echo in the halls as he gives chase.
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“That was a dirty play and you know it.” Jongin is furious, and he shoves at Chanyeol, sending him stumbling backwards against the lockers. The bang echoes in the empty locker room and the way that Chanyeol narrows his eyes at him is entirely satisfying. “You jumped the gun and served early, that's the only reason you got that last point.”
Chanyeol doesn't stand again, just stays leaning up against the lockers. His once pristine shirt is rumpled and a bit sweaty, his legs long and pale in his shorts. “Don't get pissy because you lost,” he tells Jongin. The way that he tips his head and smirks is infuriating. “You wouldn't have to make excuses if you just played better.”
Jongin closes the distance between them in a second, hands landing flat against Chanyeol's shoulders and pinning him there. “You cheated,” Jongin tells him, and Chanyeol is utterly unrepentant. “I've always been the better tennis player and you know it.” This close, he can see the sweat at Chanyeol's hairline, the shine of his parted lips.
“I wouldn't say I know that,” Chanyeol replies, and when Jongin rolls his eyes and slams him back again, his fingers come up to grip Jongin's waist. “It's up for debate.”
His hands are warm against Jongin's sides, and it's only then that Jongin realizes how close they are. He swallows and Chanyeol's eyes follow the movement, fixed on his throat before his gaze wanders up towards Jongin's face, lingering on his lips. It's not fair, Jongin thinks. This is a kind of cheating too. He knows what he does to Jongin.
“I could make it up to you,” Chanyeol suggests, and his tongue darts out to swipe across his full bottom lip once, deliberately. “I mean, if your poor ego needs some stroking.”
Jongin's breath is a little short. “I can think of something else that could use some stroking,” he admits. Of course, this is what makes all of it worthwhile, Chanyeol's rough-housing and button pushing. When he gets that smug look on his face and pushes his thigh between Jongin's legs, hands sliding up to grip Jongin's ribs. It's hard not to let Chanyeol win when winning means Chanyeol pushing a hands down his shorts and palming him until he's hard. Not that it takes a lot.
“You've got the worst lines, you know that?” Chanyeol asks. Jongin could take offense, try to say something smart in response, but right now, he'd rather focus on the matter at hand. Or rather, the matter in Chanyeol's hands. Jongin's breath catches in his throat and he lets his head fall to Chanyeol's shoulder, riding the quick, loose movements of Chanyeol's fingers. He's not even doing much, and he's not very practiced, but it's so good.
The best part about this is how he can't see how smug Chanyeol gets when he unravels Jongin like this. “Chanyeol,” Jongin mutters, and Chanyeol doesn't respond, just lets Jongin grind up against him, hand trapped between them. He can feel Chanyeol's hard on against his thigh, and at least he's not the only one. “Hyung,” Jongin says, and of course, that's when Chanyeol laughs, pushing Jongin back until his calves hit the bench and he sits down, fast.
He's so hard it hurts, and he reaches out mindlessly for Chanyeol. For once, Chanyeol doesn't play games. He just drops to his knees, hands settling against Jongin's thighs. Chanyeol watches Jongin, eyes steady, but he doesn't make a move to touch Jongin's cock again. “What are you waiting for?” Jongin groans.
The last thing he is expecting is Chanyeol nudging his knees apart, sliding between them and kissing him. Jongin makes this embarrassing, surprised, squeaky sound and Chanyeol laughs and catches his mouth in another kiss, fast and hard. His lips are just as plush as they look and it's funny, really, to think that he's felt them stretched around his cock but he's never actually kissed him. Right now, that seems like that was such a waste.
Jongin follows when Chanyeol pulls away, wide-eyed and a little astonished. “What – ?” he says. Chanyeol shrugs a shoulder and bends down, avoiding Jongin's eyes. It only takes him a second to get Jongin's shorts undone and his cock in his mouth. Jongin gasps and Chanyeol's fingers dig into his thighs. Chanyeol's not that good at this, or even that creative, but he's always enthusiastic and that kind of makes up for any lack of skill. He wraps one hand around the base of Jongin's cock, stroking in tandem with the bobbing of his head.
It's a good thing they're alone, because Jongin moans, loud and unrestrained. The slick slide of Chanyeol's tongue against the underside of his dick, the rough drag of his calloused hands, the tight heat of Chanyeol's lips, it's almost too much. Jongin tangles his fingers in Chanyeol's soft hair, and he's probably pulling too hard, but he can't bring himself to care. All he can think about is Chanyeol's mouth and how good it feels. “Hyung,” he says, and it ends up somewhere between begging and moaning. “Please.”
Chanyeol pulls off with an obscene wet noise, looking up at Jongin through his long lashes as he wipes saliva from the corner of his mouth with his thumb. “Please?” he says. “How polite.” Jongin whines, but Chanyeol is obliging, letting Jongin tug him down towards his cock again.
Now, Chanyeol isn't wasting any time. He doesn't bother to tease Jongin or draw it out, just takes Jongin in as far as he can manage. It drags a strangled noise out of Jongin's throat, makes him buck his hips up into Chanyeol's mouth. He feels it building, hot and inexorable in his belly, and he almost can't take it.
“Chanyeol, hyung, I'm gonna – ” That's all the warning that Jongin manages before he's coming in Chanyeol's mouth. Chanyeol pulls off hastily and the sight of his come-streaked lips is enough to make Jongin groan and shove him away. He's too much.
Grimacing a little, Chanyeol wipes his face clean with the back of his hand. “Thanks,” he pants. Jongin thinks he looks best like this, sweaty, hair a mess, his lips pink and swollen, one hand working against the front of his shorts.
“You're welcome,” Jongin replies. He feels boneless and exhausted, but somehow, letting Chanyeol finish himself off feels like letting him win. He's gotta be gracious, right? He hooks two fingers in the collar of Chanyeol's shirt and tugs. “C'mere.”
Chanyeol follows easily, and they shift until they're both sitting on the bench, facing each other. “Well?” Chanyeol asks, and Jongin grins. About time he got a little vengeance.
Jongin isn't cruel, though. He startles Chanyeol by leaning in and kissing him. He's not as good as Chanyeol is, but it doesn't seem to matter. Chanyeol's mouth parts eagerly under his, and he lets out this soft sigh when Jongin unbuttons his shorts and wraps a hand around his cock.
If he's honest, Jongin likes all the little noises Chanyeol makes. He clutches at Jongin's shirt front, his hips jerking up into Jongin's hand as he kisses him. He's too desperate for Jongin's touch to be anything but sloppy, and it's not long before he breaks away to pant hotly against Jongin's cheek and comes hard over his hand.
Now that actually is gross. Jongin pulls his hand out of Chanyeol's boxers and uses Chanyeol's shorts to clean it off, ignoring his protests. “My mouth tastes like come,” Jongin complains. The fact that it's his seems immaterial at the moment.
Chanyeol wipes at his mouth again. He still has some on his chin. “Is that...okay?” he asks.
Jongin takes a second to think about it. The kissing thing, that was a new development, sure. But Jongin was pretty sure he could get used to it. Especially when Chanyeol kissed like that. “Yeah,” Jongin shrugs. “It's cool.”
The grin he gets in return is blinding. “Cool,” Chanyeol says. He makes a face as he stands, looking down at his befouled shorts. “Um. Can I borrow some pants?” He squawks when he gets a faceful of what is probably mostly clean sweat pants. “Oh, come on.”
Jongin tucks his dick back into his shorts and stands up. “You've got a little something on your chin,” he tells Chanyeol, and then he smiles and darts out the door. Chanyeol shouts after him, but Jongin doesn't stop. He knows when to make a dramatic exit.
He doesn't slow down until he's halfway back to the dorm, but his heart is still pounding. He thinks of Chanyeol's sex-mussed hair and pretty mouth and he just can't quit grinning. Kissing now, huh? He can work with that.
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"i dont think i can forgive you for the dicks and by that i mean i forgive you"
okay no but
;_; crying a lot at the idea of kaiyeol playing tennis i almost expected like basketball or something (bcos of the word courts?) and i totally say your mention of joonmyun!! and professor cho!! and kaiyeol being competitive!!!!
Jongin's breath is a little short. “I can think of something else that could use some stroking,” he admits.
screams basically thsi whole part SCREAMS
also you were complaining about how you cant write kissing but you totally can, it was so nice ;~~~;
He thinks of Chanyeol's sex-mussed hair and pretty mouth and he just can't quit grinning. Kissing now, huh? He can work with that.
cries blood
kendra this is so great :( also you have ONE MORE TO GO THEN FIC ADVENT WILL BE D!O!N!E!!!! ♥♥♥
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THANK YOU FOR YOUR ETERNAL CHEERLEADING THROUGH THIS TRYING TIME <3
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there needs to be more of this pairing
and you basically encapsulated everything good about them here
loved it
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this is vvvv
i am just screaming and screaming and screaming and screaming etc and more screaming oh my otp
wait i am not really not okay
you need to take responsibility omg my feels are all over the place and then those scans DDDDDDD: I AM DONE
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All he can think about is Chanyeol's mouth and how good it feels. “Hyung,” he says, and it ends up somewhere between begging and moaning. “Please.”
Chanyeol pulls off with an obscene wet noise, looking up at Jongin through his long lashes as he wipes saliva from the corner of his mouth with his thumb.
wait i am choki-
He thinks of Chanyeol's sex-mussed hair and pretty mouth and he just can't quit grinning
OH FUCK I AM DONE ;_;
i love your writing T_T T_T T_T T_T T_T T_T
i will offer part of my soul to you u_u ♥♥♥
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<3 i love it pls
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<3 i love it pls
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I love how you built their relationship~ Jongin is so totally head over heels for Chanyeol, silly boy.
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thank you bb! ♥
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And OKAY Chanyeol and Jongin edging their way on to new horizons after skipping all the other steps LOL
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they're always seen as super competitive but horny love fools and i love that constant distinct otp trademark (despite the odd resemblance w/ sekai)
also thank god no blatant hint of tsundere (no hate for any -dere rly) ; such an easy read sanQ ^v^
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thank you for reading!!
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Kai and Chanyeol were such teasers lololol
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